We Got That Lyrics - Drag On

[Drag-On] (Warren G) 

C'mon (The Ruff Ryders) 

Flame on (Double R, baby) 

Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon 

[Drag-On] 

Aiyyo, y'all niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape 

Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes 

I make the hardest shed a tear 

Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here 

Two over there, fuck playin' fair! 

Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear 

Drag just burn that up and get it outta here 

Y'all think y'all goin' from heaven to hell? 

Y'all ain't goin' nowhere 

But in the same town on the same dirty ground 

And I don't care how you livin' it up 

I even got dead niggas shiverin' up 

You can bet I come diggin' you up 

Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by 

Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus 

The one open is at the tip of the nose 

When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes 

Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark 

Snap with a finger, have y'all wanted in dead park 

[Eve] 

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that 

Cock back, hold in position for combat 

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned 

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne 

[Shadow] 

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that 

Cock back, hold in position for combat 

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned 

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne 

[Eve] 

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean? 

Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams 

Since I had a snotty scream 

Was taught to die in a red beam 

Never ask when I need cash 

I'm a customer, I snatch your cream 

Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door 

Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the population's over 

I'm causing early retirements 

'cause you blast last when I'm firing 

Dyin' in the blood you lyin' in 

Went from the full house to the raw house 

To niggas tryin' to rip my draws out 

Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out 

You don't want my gun to go pow-pow 

Well, I'ma have your face the same color 

As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga 

These ain't water pistols- they shoot many missles 

And when I set 'em off, they scar your bones to the grissle 

Only I knew how it was gonna come 

Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son 

I'm takin' e'eryone 

[Shadow] 

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that 

Cock back, hold in position for combat 

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned 

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne 

[Eve] 

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that 

Cock back, hold in position for combat 

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned 

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne 

[Shadow] 

Uh, I'm psychologically fucked up, know the truth 

See, I's sick, throwin' up Henny and ?Gook? 

POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my mother 

Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved her 

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring 

Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend 

Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife 

Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me 

Came home, of course as the king of my throne 

Back to Roley's, back to smokin' bones with coley 

My demo was better than a lot of y'all records 

Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go 

I murdered some quick for dough 

Hit 'em up fast, watched them die extra slow 

I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops 

Smokin' a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked 

[Eve] 

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that 

Cock back, hold in position for combat 

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned 

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne 

[Shadow] 

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that 

Cock back, hold in position for combat 

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned 

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne 

[Eve] 

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that 

Cock back, hold in position for combat 

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned 

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne 

[Shadow] 

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that 

Cock back, hold in position for combat 

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned 

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne 

[Warren G] 

See now, there it go 

Y'all got it 

The East Coast West Coast collabo 

Warren G doin' it with my niggas from The Ruff Ryders 

Eve, my nigga Drag-On 

Yeah, that's how we doin' it, like that for y'all 

In the '99